E-TBF : Ebook Special Book Files : Phoenixes Groomed as Genesis Doves by Jasmine Farrell from Pomegranate Press 

Hi guys!

Today will be e-TBF day, dedicated to only ebook reviews and from now on, will be a special segment that will run every Monday

The Ebook up for review today is Phoenixes Groomed as Genesis Doves by Jasmine Farrell from Pomegranate Press. 

As the name suggests, this is a thought provoking anthology aimed at different hindrances one suffers from societal pressure, peer pressure, overladen responsibilities, the urge and fear to fit in and be accepted and so on. From her struggle as a new poet to crazy dancing with flailing arms, this book has it all. 

The poetess has beautifully woven in her own experiences and lessons that she learnt and how through endurance, perseverance, self love and determination she finally rose through the ashes to become more resilient and confident. All the poems some way or the other leave a note behind, motivating the reader to learn from her words. 

Although all the poems were good, there were some that I liked more and some that I couldn’t relate to. That being said, I think anyone with confidence and self esteem would find it a great source of motivation. It’s written with the target audience of teenagers and adolescents in mind and that’s quite evident not only in the topics but also in the way it is written. Covering topics such as racism, child abuse, acceptance etc in the later poems gave it a much better edge over the starting ones.

There were some slip ups however. There were editorial mistakes and also quite a few grammatical glitches. Some lines were way too long and I would have preferred them broken down which would have helped not only streamline the structure but also help with the reading. 

Overall, 3.5 out of 5 stars for this beautiful compilation! I Will leave you with my most favourite poem from the book:

The R Phoenix Train

There was this obnoxious confidence that coated her sweetly selfless heart.

I admired it from afar.

Head lowered in a book, my eyes snuck glances at her fierce hands,

I’m sure they felt like thirty years of nurturing and forty-five years of self-loving.

I didn’t need to know her to know that she’d been introduced to the secrets of quiet summer

nights and the flinging off of grudges like tightly strapped bras.

She knew magic.

Faery kisses on her nails,

wands tied at the ends of her braids.

Eyes brightly honey hazel, hoisting unspoken syllables that serenade grizzly bears out of

hibernation just to hear her speak.

I listened.

Deeply engaged in freeing her friend without having to cast any spells, she speaks.

She speaks fables we’re all afraid to face.

Lips shining glitter and fantasies, she uttered softly, but sharp enough to hear, “My father

was the first one to break my heart. He was the first person I forgave.”

I didn’t need to know her to know she’d been introduced to the secrets of quiet summer

nights and the flinging off of grudges like tightly strapped bras.

She knew peace.

Spider legs at the corners of her eyes,

shiny laugh lines

quiet wrinkles on her forehead,

she knew the passwords for every troll bridge.

She knew magic.

I didn’t need to know her

to know she burned brightly hundreds

of times

and laughed within her own ashes.

Her giggles were victorious.

Arms flapping rapidly after every sentence she proclaimed of forgiveness, heart ache

and the mystics of time.

She knew magic.

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